This is my corner garden, a backdrop of greens with one flowering pot, which will change from
time to time.
The best part of deep winter is when the forced bulb flowers show up in nurseries and grocery stores. Is there anything happier than daffodils?
The fern in the front recently replaced a gorgeous Maidenfern that I accidentally killed by spraying it with alcohol.
How is that possible, you wonder.
Tom and I share an art room (it's actually the master bedroom; we sleep in the second, smaller bedroom). We have two art desks that face each other and it is filled with our art supplies including
two clear spray bottles of water and (this, I didn't know) one clear spray bottle of unidentified alcohol.
Every night, I sprayed the delicate Maidenfern with water. It required extra care, and it liked my attention. (Yes, I communicate with plants).
Then one morning the Maidenfern was dried and curled up and since plants are not suicidal, I went about finding what had happened. It only took a short examination of the three "water" bottles.
The plant now fills up my kitchen sink where I keep thinking my watering and spraying will reverse the damage. If not, I will cut it down and see if it will come up again.
Such is the life of an indoor farmer.